Honestly, I think we've buried this a little too deep now.
It might take us all the way down.
We should come up for air, above a blanket of stare.
I only hope that God knows me better.

Underneath this ego, I failed to read between the lines.
Have mercy on my soul tonight.
Let your feet carry you home alive.

Hearts are breaking, making everything around me tremble.
I might move slow but, nimble.
Too a certain degree, I wish this was the sea,
I'd expand my wings and I'd try to fly right home.

Let your own two feet carry you home alive.
Expand your wings and just fly home.